They take us from our worlds. [He paused, knowing the terminology would be difficult to explain.] That is to say, our realities. You will have questions about that as well, I am sure, but I beg you wait until I have explained the rest of it. They take us from our realities through means of some transporter device. I do not know how it works. There is a lot here that I do not understand in itself. The last thing I remember of Paris was also the barricade. It seems that all of us remember bits and pieces of that day, but we each have slightly different memories, as if they plucked us moments or even hours apart form each other. Joly remembers a cat, I remember speaking to you and to Courfeyrac, Courfeyrac remembers his death, or so he says and who am I to contradict that? Marius-- I have not asked Marius what he would remember. I am not entirely certain that I care.

This is not an after-life, it is simply another reality. We are in a future, but perhaps not our true future. I would like to believe that this is not our true future. Forgive me, my friend, I do not understand enough of it myself to explain it to you. [That's all easy enough to rattle off and it tumbles out of him as if he's said it all a dozen times before or at least considered doing so. It's too organic to have been actually practiced, but there are certain stock questions most people have upon arriving and Enjolras has had to answer them all too many times.]

The reason it is terrible-- Well, I could say that it is terrible because we were stolen from our own lives and brought here, but in truth it is far more complicated than that. You should ask any questions you have on those first things before I try to explain the rest of it. Thankfully, I understand more of what is to come and will not have to bracket too many topics for fear of misinformation.